"I hereby declare that everything Spirit Hall bestowed upon Bibi Dong shall be taken from her.
She shall be stripped of her position as saintess, her Martial Soul destroyed, her meridians severed, her cultivation crippled, and her Soul Bone confiscated."
Qian Xunji's voice was filled with fury, while Bibi Dong's face was full of disbelief.
"No! Teacher, you... you can't do this!"
Bibi Dong panicked, but Qian Xunji laughed. "Hahahaha! If not for me, you would have died at the hands of an Evil Soul Master long ago.
Allowing you to live is already an immense act of mercy.
As for everything Spirit Hall gave you, it belonged to the saintess, not to you!"
"No, that's not true.
Teacher, you're frightening Dong'er, aren't you?
You must be frightening Dong'er."
Bibi Dong was truly panicking. She was a Soul Master; she couldn't be without her Martial Soul or her cultivation.
But Qian Xunji gave her no further chance to argue.
Golden light pierced Bibi Dong's dantian, and her gaze instantly turned vacant.
Immediately afterward, searing heat erupted in her left leg, and a supreme-grade Soul Bone, blazing with brilliant light, burst out.
"No!!!!!"
Angel Soul Power was sacred and searing by nature, utterly incompatible with Bibi Dong's Martial Soul.
Qian Xunji possessed the strength of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. Crippling Bibi Dong's Martial Soul and Soul Power could not have been easier.
The entire process ended so quickly that many people had yet to react.
Bibi Dong's presence grew weak, and she fell from midair, slamming heavily into the ground.
Blood soon stained a large patch of ground red.
Countless Soul Masters in Spirit City stared wide-eyed.
Was the Pope serious?
Beneath the sky screen, Pope Bibi Dong seemed to feel it herself. Panic-stricken, she checked her body from head to toe. "No, no, that wasn't me.
Thank goodness it wasn't me."
She was immensely relieved that she still had her cultivation.
Yu Xiaogang had abandoned her. If she, who had been raised in silks and fed delicacies since childhood, lost her Martial Soul and cultivation as well, she didn't know how she would go on living.
Shrek.
Yu Xiaogang reached out, seemingly trying to touch the sky screen.
"Dong'er, my Dong'er.
Qian Xunji, damn you! How dare you hurt my Dong'er!"
He was utterly grief-stricken, but he only made everyone shudder with disgust and revulsion.
He'd just been disavowing any connection to her, and now he was putting on this bullshit act?
Yet the destruction of Bibi Dong's Martial Soul, the crippling of her cultivation, and the shattering of her meridians were still not the end.
On the sky screen, Qian Xunji looked down at Bibi Dong. "You wanted me to let you have your way.
I shall grant your wish. From this day forth, you, Bibi Dong, shall have nothing whatsoever to do with me or Spirit Hall."
Bibi Dong coughed up a mouthful of blood and stared blankly at her left leg.
It was gone. Her once spotless white dress was stained red with blood.
"Confiscate all valuables on Bibi Dong's person and drive her out of Spirit City. Let her fend for herself."
Qian Xunji's voice rang out once more, and the light in Bibi Dong's eyes died completely.
"Teacher, I... hate you!"
Smack!
A resounding slap landed on Bibi Dong's face. Yue Guan's voice was shrill. "Traitor, you still have the gall to hate His Holiness the Pope?
You brought your fate today upon yourself!
Get out of Spirit City and go find your love."
Yue Guan took the Soul Tool from Bibi Dong, seized her by the collar, and dragged her like a dead dog all the way from the plaza outside the Pope's Hall to the outskirts of Spirit City.
If the material of Bibi Dong's clothes had not been so durable, the friction along the way would have torn her flesh open and left her clothes in tatters.
"Traitor!"
"Ungrateful wretch!"
"What a disgrace! You heartless, ungrateful thing!"
Rotten vegetable leaves and stinking eggs came flying at her, blotting out the sky.
While Yue Guan was there, the Soul Masters of Spirit City had not dared to do this, for fear that the Titled Douluo still cared for her.
But the moment Yue Guan left, the people of Spirit City erupted.
"Everyone, hold back a little. Don't let her die."
"Dying like this would be letting her off too easily."
"Hahaha, the illustrious saintess of Spirit Hall actually fell for a good-for-nothing, and even betrayed Spirit Hall and her own teacher for him.
What a joke for the whole world!"
"Oh, right, I think I saw Yu Xiaogang flee Spirit City just now."
Bibi Dong was close to fainting. Her meridians were severed, her Martial Soul crippled, and her left leg missing. She was still alive only thanks to her powerful physique.
But that was all. Her current breakthrough was barely enough to deal with a one-ring Soul Master.
After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong crawled out from beneath the rotten vegetable leaves and stinking eggs.
She wanted to enter Spirit City and instinctively berated the gate guards.
"I'm just going in to find someone. Who dares stop me?"
"Pfft!!! Hahahaha."
The gate guard laughed. "Oh? You still think you're the saintess?
Without Spirit Hall, what the hell are you?
Haven't you heard?
Yu Xiaogang fled Spirit City ages ago.
Now get lost!"
"Hehe, good thing the two of us are on guard duty. Otherwise, if someone washed you clean, you'd be quite a sight."
The other guard was even more lecherous. Bibi Dong immediately took two steps back, but forgot she was missing a leg and fell on her backside.
"You... you wouldn't dare!"
"Why wouldn't we? The former saintess, reduced to this... tsk, just thinking about it is exciting."
The lecherous guard seemed genuinely tempted, and his gaze grew heated as he looked at Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong scrambled away on hands and knees. She couldn't stay here any longer.
She had to leave as quickly as possible. Otherwise, with her looks, she would surely invite endless trouble.
Watching Bibi Dong leave, the lecherous guard grew increasingly restless. "Hey, brother, keep watch for me?"
"Don't be stupid. Do you have a death wish? She's the former saintess. Even if she made a mistake, beating her, cursing her, or killing her is fine.
But if you violate her, even if His Holiness the Pope says nothing in public, would he still think well of you?"
The other guard cautioned him, and only then did the lecherous guard suppress his restlessness and wicked thoughts.
Beneath the sky screen.
Pope Bibi Dong let out a long breath. "Good, she's gone. Good.
How... stupid!
I hope you die in some corner and never appear on the sky screen again."
Saintess Bibi Dong was in such a sorry state that, even through the sky screen, it affected her greatly.
Even now, there were probably many people out on the streets discussing her, weren't there?
But she was also relieved that Qian Xunji had not forced her to do that sort of thing on the sky screen.
Otherwise, if such a scene were shown, she would lose even more face.
She was even relieved that her Martial Soul and cultivation had not been crippled, and that she had not fallen as low as Saintess Bibi Dong.
"Hehehe, I'm actually grateful for Qian Xunji's mercy. How laughable."
The wicked thoughts in Bibi Dong's eyes suddenly swelled, and her expression turned cold and sinister again. "I'd rather die than be humiliated like that!"
But soon, she gripped her scepter tightly again. Her Soul Power trembled, and the scepter let out a mournful creak.
"Yu Xiaogang! I gave so much for you, angered my teacher, and suffered disgrace and torment.
Yet you abandoned me!
Don't let me see you again!"
Rakshasa's wicked thoughts were growing. Outside the Pope's Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance.
"Old Ghost, do I... still have a way to survive?"
He had treated Bibi Dong like that in the bullet comments...
Ghost Douluo was silent for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence. "You're on your own."
The scene on the sky screen returned to the Pope's Hall.
Night fell, but the Pope's Hall was magnificent and brightly lit. Its golden glow was just right: luxurious without being extravagant, bright without being dazzling.
Qian Xunji sat on the throne, with no joy on his face.
Bibi Dong, upon whom he had placed such great hopes, had turned out a failure. Who else in this world had the makings of a god?
Tang Hao? He was from the Clear Sky Sect, so naturally he wouldn't do.
Could he really have to wait twenty years for that batch of geniuses to be born?
No!
Qian Xunji didn't like waiting. Besides, even after twenty years, there was still no one among Spirit Hall's younger generation who could be put to great use.
Twenty years was enough time to make one himself.
After a long while, Qian Xunji slowly opened his eyes and looked at Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, who were waiting quietly in the hall.
The two immediately raised their heads and respectfully awaited his orders. "What are your instructions, Your Holiness?"
"Who is the current inheritor of the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul? How old is she?"
Qian Xunji had made up his mind. With his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, as long as he chose a woman of exceptional talent to bear his child, how could the child's aptitude be poor?
If there wasn't one ready-made, he would make one himself!